Luke 13:11

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Summary

And, behold, there was a woman which had a spirit of infirmity eighteen years, and was bowed together, and could in no wise lift up herself.

A spirit

Matthew 9:32

Eighteen

Acts 14:8

Bowed

Psalm 38:6

Psalm 42:5

Psalm 42:5

Bible References

A spirit

and this one, being a daughter of Abraham, whom the Adversary bound, lo, eighteen years, did it not behove to be loosed from this bond on the sabbath-day?'

and certain women, who were healed of evil spirits and infirmities, Mary who is called Magdalene, from whom seven demons had gone forth,

And the Adversary goeth forth from the presence of Jehovah, and smiteth Job with a sore ulcer from the sole of his foot unto his crown.

Favour me, O Jehovah, for I am weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones,

And as they are coming forth, lo, they brought to him a man dumb, a demoniac,

Eighteen

and he having gone forth upon the land, there met him a certain man, out of the city, who had demons for a long time, and with a garment was not clothed, and in a house was not abiding, but in the tombs,

And he questioned his father, 'How long time is it since this came to him?' and he said, 'From childhood,

and there was a certain man there being in ailment thirty and eight years,

and they asked them, saying, 'Is your son, of whom ye say that he was born blind? how then now doth he see?'

and a certain man, being lame from the womb of his mother, was being carried, whom they were laying every day at the gate of the temple, called Beautiful, to ask a kindness from those entering into the temple,

for above forty years of age was the man upon whom had been done this sign of the healing.

And a certain man in Lystra, impotent in the feet, was sitting, being lame from the womb of his mother -- who never had walked,

Bowed

I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.

What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? Yea, art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him: The salvation of my countenance -- My God!